When the Byrds flew in then the dance began
We all were lifted up on Californian wings
And over London streets in the drizzling rain
Well we danced to the sound of Rickenbacker strings

It was the kickstart that our young and precious lives needed then
And so we started on our long and winding trail
We played

We found out soon we could fly ourselves
We all were lifted up on sturdy home-made wings
And in sixty-nine in the summertime
Wеll we danced to the sound of flying fiddlе strings

And all the rules and safety first were left unheeded then
And with the confidence of youth well we couldn't fail
No more

Now the years have flown and our lives have grown
And we stay aloft by tattered wings
And over city streets in the pouring rain
We still dance to the sound of thumb-and-fingered strings

Now the screams are where our children make their music now
But soon enough they'll find their fledgling wings
They'll play